Buttercup was sitting on some stone steps, taking a short breather. She had spent the time so far with her sister just assisting the police in riot control. She looked at the various police vehicles that were being filled with bruised and assaulted convicts. It was easy in a sense working with a crowd of armed police. A little tear gas and then it went from there. "Good work so far. I think we've got half now," Blossom's voice chimed while approaching her black haired sister. "Thanks. Now we just gotta find the next hundred, if they haven't skipped town," Buttercup didn't feel any more relaxed, but instead felt only tenser. Seeing the fire in the distance that just started to brew in the sky, it only indicated where they were soon going to head to try and apprehend more of the criminals.
"Usually you enjoy stuff like this," Blossom commented, though aware that neither of them found it fun to be stuck out late. "Usually. It just has me worrying too much to enjoy it…" she admitted. The Puff leader didn't take it as any more than just worry for the civilians that so far hadn't been a huge casualty rate, thankfully. The convicts were interested in looting more than mass destruction, though the fires indicated they were starting to get more uncaring for anything beyond ruining or trying to find some enjoyment in the night.
They saw the familiar light blue streak in the sky flying toward them. They saw Bubbles land in front of them. "Well, the prison wasn't as bad as the mayor made it out to be. It just took one big rock to cover the hole," she claimed, Blossom rubbing her head. "That should do it until it can be reconstructed," she nodded. Things were starting to look calmer. "Alright. Let's get this over with," Buttercup insisted. She wanted to be done so she could go check up on Boomer, worried about how he would be or how he would react to this situation. It was getting annoying to her, to have someone to worry about. She hadn't thought about anything but him in danger. She didn't want to imagine it, assuming he would be smart and escape any fight he couldn't handle. The Powerpuff Girls flew off to the fire to begin and defuse the next situation.
Boomer kept up his fast flight, glad he had his energy back, though his face was still sore. He thought the most obvious place to go was the area of buildings that was being lit ablaze. He still was upset at his brothers. He was unsure how to interpret it all beyond a new boiling rage in his system that was the only reason he wasn't unconscious. He suddenly got hit by a huge cloud of smoke that came out of nowhere. When he emerged from it, he was coughing and hacking. "What the heck?!" he growled, seeing another building had been caught in the blaze mid-flight. There were two prisoners trying to enjoy the new arson target.
Boomer dove onto the ground behind them, with a hard slam. Before the two foes could react, or even turn around, Boomer grabbed them both by their legs and spun around, throwing them into a nearby wall. It didn't help much to relieve the anger, though. He saw a small water tower on the roof of the building. He focused his heat vision on it enough to just break it to pieces, watching the water drench the building and instantly douse the fire. "That's one building… but how many more are being lit…?" he pondered, trying to just do a quick analysis of his surroundings. He spotted two medium sized buildings being consumed in flames. "Darn it. How am I going to handle these?" there wasn't any easy access of water conveniently around, and even if he put it out, there was a good chance another building would be lit ablaze.
"I need a plan…" he muttered, trying to think. He was aware that using plans meant for three people would end horribly for him. Suddenly a light bulb went off in his head. Boomer quickly flew up in the air and got close to the blaze. He began to spin as fast as he could. Faster and faster he went, until he finally generated a small tornado that was beginning to exhaust the flames. The buildings quickly lost all fire within them. Smoke was blown in all eight directions, though sadly his energy was at its limit. He began to slow down. He held out as long as he could, but he got forced onto the ground.
Boomer groaned. Sweat was pouring off from his head. It didn't help that he was slightly dizzy. Now he could see nothing but an angry crowd of convicts. "Ruining our fun, eh?" one grinned. "Guess we need a new dummy," another spoke out, looking ready to make him their new ragdoll for entertainment. Boomer gave up. Trying to be a hero, it felt good, but he was outmatched. He couldn't even react. One smack across the face by a lead pipe threw him on the asphalt. His face already felt sore, but that rattled his teeth. He noticed a random small pieces of rubble that were falling onto the ground nearby, not that the convicts cared. They were about to beat him within an inch of his life. He heard the sound of creaking and snapping, which felt relieving.
Boomer was realizing the feeling was all too familiar. It was the same feeling he had months ago. Calm and peaceful, in bliss near death. He kept one eye open at the building, seeing part of it collapse. The fire had ravaged away at it far too much. The peacefulness and how slow everything felt, he hated it this time. He stared up at what was about to kill him and a good few prisoners that were too stunned to move, having been preoccupied assaulting the young boy.
Everything just had stopped. He waited eyes closed. But nothing happened. Fe forced himself on his back to see what had occurred. The familiar vague figure was holding the debris in the air. "B…Butch?" he coughed. "Catch!" the green ruff laughed, throwing the rubble at the convicts that made them scatter like a disassembled group of ants. The blonde boy was being helped onto his feet, before he knew it.
"Man. You really are fast to get into trouble now," Brick said. Boomer tried to get a better look at his brothers, but Brick just had that look of being unsure in his eyes. Butch though was enjoying this so far. "What are you guys doing here?" Boomer growled. He couldn't come off as threatening now that he was near unconscious himself. "Boredom like always," Butch responded, getting ready for the fight that was about to break out for the three of them.